Luis German (Wichy) Hernandez Corzo
Born – December 27, 1946
Died – November 5, 1994
I loved my brothers and sister from the very beginning, at play, when fighting, through all the different stages, the ups and downs, the joys and sorrows of this life. I knew the bond was very strong, but nothing prepared me for the pain of the loss of my brother.
When Santiago died years later my niece Aida Elena asked me if the pain was the same. My answer was and still is, the pain is the same, but the shock of that first loss is indescribable. When your sibling dies a part of who you are goes with him and there is a void in your soul that I imagine will only be filled when we meet again.
Wichy was very special. There is so much I could say about him, his beautiful smile, his sense of humor, not too mention his Hernandez temper. Today I will only say that I still miss him and offer a prayer for the peace and happiness of his soul. May God keep him close to His heart.
I love you Wichy!
Proud to be from Pica Pica 
You forgot to add that he was swinging in a sports coat. And only seeing his feet when you brought home groceries and not tasting ham until you got married. . .
I will never forget the last joke he told me: “What is the difference between a bulldog and a woman with PMS?”- “Lipstick”
I especially remember his deep love and respect for his siblings. A priceless example of family unity that I was fortunate to receive from my beloved father, Tia Marilyn, Tia Lolita and Tio Wichy. The fabulous four!
Tia M., I don’t remember asking you that question. I imagine the context was the numbing feeling that death gives me, i.e. is it possible to be crushed by loss twice?
I am happy to think about Tio today and will try to brush up on my joke-telling skills.
XOXO
That was such a devastating moment for you I understand you wouldn’t remember asking the question.
I have lots of Wichy stories and will write about him on his birthday. Once we were talking about abuelos, bisabuelos and tatarabuelos and we were wondering what was next in Spanish and the word is “chozno.” Wichy said we should not look too far back lest we find a “bochozno.” That was a play on words for “bochorno” which means embarassment (just in case you don’t know what it means).
I remember the night Tio Wichy died so vividly. Veronica and I just had a huge fight when we got a phone call from Mimi to come over that Tio Wichy had another heart attack, she didn’t know yet that he hadn’t made it. Veronica and I just comforted each other, suspecting the worst, waiting until Tio Santiago and Tia Martica got there. Veronica stayed with Carolina and Javi, and I went with everyone else to the hospital …I remember it as if it were yesterday and yet it seems a million years ago. Rest in peace, Tio!
I remember how my father reacted when my mother told him about Tio. We were in the kitchen of the house in Pinecrest. It was the only time I ever saw my father fall to his knees. It was clear to me then that it would never be the same.
I recall waiting with Veronica and Javi. I also remember that I stepped in something outside your house (didn’t realize it until much later). I threw out my shoes when I got home.
I remember your father’s heartfelt speech at the cemetery – it was so emotional I didn’t know if he could get through it. He truly loved his brother.